Senten no hi kara
Anata mo sono chi mo
Kamigami no naka de
Aragaeru kiryuusha
Tetsu no kane o
Aizu ni chiniku e
Tsuki tachihi wa tsugitsugi to kie
Semari kuru shukufuku
Erabareshi kami no ko
Sasageru sono shunkan ga
Kitto kitto
Ima koko ni
Inishie no GURAJIORU
Shinku o matotta senjya
Darakushita hitsuji wa
Sono me mo ushinatta
Jyuujika o katadotta
Nibuiro na musuu no hari
Iro azayakana
Senrei
Haritsuke no MISA o
Ueru koto no nai
Yokubou ni mamire
Aruji o ushinai
Kuchihateru
Daichi yo
Idai ni shite ooshiki zettai
Shinri ni tsukaenu kemono tachi
Ikusen no jyuuji wa
Iki o kari tsudzukeru
Ikenie no saiji nara
Kitto kitto
Ima koko ni
Inishie no KAIZAKUROSU
Kazoe kirenu sakebi ga
Kamigami e todoku nara
Sono chi wa imi o motsu
Banbutsu ni me o ubaware
Mure o nasu gurou no tami
Ansoku no hibi
Tonaeyo
Haritsuke no MISA o
Shinobi yoru kyoufu wa
Kokoro no gensou de
Kairaku e to michibikare yuku
Shinpi
Inishie no GURAJIORU
Shinku o matotta senjya
Darakushita hitsuji wa
Sono me mo ushinatta
Jyuujika o katadotta
Nibuiro na musuu no hari
From days inherent, thou, and thy earth
Resist amidst the gods, living without permanence
The iron bells ring towards flesh and blood, the lightposts go out one by one
The blessings draw near, the moment the chosen Son of God lifts up himself,
Surely, oh surely, is right now, here
The Gradiole of antiquity, the yin and yang clad with crimson
Even the corrupted sheep, in his eyes did slip!
Countless, dull gray needles that take the form of the cross
Are what vividly baptizes the mass of the crucifixion!
Without feelings of hunger, stained with desires,
Without their shepherd, the earth just crumbles
Only beasts blind to the truth tread the manly absolute path towards greatness
Thousands of crosses continue to cut the breath of the sacrifice for the ritual
Surely, oh surely, is right now, here
The kaiser cross of antiquity; if thy innumerable cries
Were to reach the gods, thy blood must carry significance
If you stole the eyes of all creation, you are just making others mock yourself
Recite in the days of thy repose the mass of the crucifixion
The terror creeping up is a mystery guided by illusions of the heart towards pleasure
The Gradiole of antiquity, the yin and yang clad with crimson
Even the corrupted sheep, in his eyes did slip!
Countless, dull gray needles that take the form of the cross
Are what vividly baptizes the mass of the crucifixion!